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First Day of Early Retirement! woo hoo!

October 30, 2010
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I forgot to turn off the alarm clock, of course, and so when it went off at 0530, I just lay in bed, thinking of all the exciting things I could do today. Have already written a flash and dragged a box full of art supplies out of the closet- the kitchen table is covered in tubes of watercolors and brushes and piles of lovely paper, all just begging to be turned into books.

Today is also Boo at the Zoo, and I will be taking my gigantic son, now 6’5″ tall, off to the party with all the other kids. He is sleeping, I believe, with his pirate costume, and has been practicing ‘aaaarr’ and other pirate noises. Always a highlight for me, a trip to the zoo means we can walk through the rose gardens, and the Abraham Darby is in full bloom. I just stand in the middle of the bush and smell until my head’s spinning.

My new dreamspinner book is coming soon- Idaho Battlegrounds, with a cool cover of the heros in a pink bathtub painted by Paul Richmond. I’m really happy with the story. The main character, Grady Sullivan, loves old roses, and standing in the middle of the Abraham Darby is what made me think up this side of his character. The other character, Edward Clayton, is the cheesemaker! I think I┬áput on five pound writing this story, since I had to start by learning how to make homemade ricotta cheese. Which is delicious, by the way, made with fresh lemon juice and raw milk.

Dharma Punk

August 2, 2010
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Confession 1

I can’t do sitting meditation. I do walking meditation, smelling the roses meditation, and lying on the couch with one foot propped up meditation, which helps my sore knees. Today I have done all three.

Question–What are my goals for meditation?

This was the question I contemplated during lying on the couch with one foot propped up meditation, and I came up with several honest goals: a) I want to think up a short intervention I can use during an office visit to help my homeless patients learn to forgive themselves; b) I want to lose some weight; c) I want to stop screwing around with money, and thus get the IRS off my back before they hound me into an early grave, and d) I want to stop hating the IRS for hounding me to an early grave. After all, they are going to hell. Or they are going to be reincarnated as carion beetles.

Confession 2

I don’t understand half of what I read in the Shambala Sun. Why do these people insist on speaking in abstractions? I am not a fool, but a few concrete examples would be helpful. Exceptions are Noah Levine, the original Dharma Punk, and Pema Chodron. I understand and believe, my dears. You may be assured I am hard at work.

Question–Why would anyone need a gold ring into which the word Namaste is carved? I swear, can we become any more materialistic? Why do we need all the stuff? And why do I want a T-shirt with Dharma Punx written on the front?

Confession 3

When I am doing my favorite meditation- lying on the couch with one foot propped up meditation- I picture my body as part of a landscape- my knees are mountains, and my belly is a green valley, with river, and my head and arms are foothills. This is the most wonderful and delightful experience. Is meditation practice supposed to feel so good?

Question–if one of my goals is to lose weight, why did I just reward self with two small pecan tarts?

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August 2, 2010
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